I Gave My Brother Twenty Years of My Life, But My Parents Still Didn’t Love Me

I have a system that lets me transfer my own lifespan to my twin brother.

Once Mom and Dad found out, I became his spare life.

When he got sick, I gave him three days.

When he got nervous before a test, I gave him a week.

On his birthday, they wanted me to hand over a little more, for "good luck."

I gripped the hem of Mom's shirt, my voice shaking.

"Mom, can we skip it just once? I'll really die."

She set down her chopsticks and frowned at me.

"Don't make it sound so terrible. You'll just do a few tasks and get it all back, won't you?"